A Deal With Death

prod. mercykill
mix & mastered: rose

[http://li.sten.to/walkingdoom]
official music video: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WTd3s18A_RM]

lyrics:
put some paper in my pocket 
stack it up, I need a check 
i’m finna flip it, fuck it up 
i wanna hit sumn with a Tec
i wanna rip it, run amok 
them double digits turn to stacks 
i’m screamin “Kill em, hush em up!”
i need some crystals on my neck 

you wanna do it?
put a body in the air with my fist like 
doom in the party 
turn a marriage to a fist fight 
whacked!
what a god
wanna murder when the mood right 
hunt in the day 
eat his body in the moonlight 

so i go and put the pieces on him
these motherfuckers wanna feature from him 
i had enough
he actin tough, i’m finna reach for somethin
leave with somethin
i pull his card, it was a Visa or somethin
i hit his brain 
choppa sang like it’s Aretha Something

too rude 
i’m comin through with the new tool 
and i’m too smooth 
when thumpin it, it go pew pew 
got a loose screw 
you dumb and i wanna shoot you 
with that deuce deuce 
put hole in him like a Froot Loop

why you lame? 
what you gain? 
why you hate a nigga?
my doggy maim 
gold fangs 
how he ate a nigga 
we droppin brains 
ya whole gang gon evade a nigga 
Peter Piper picked a pack of pistols to erase a nigga 

so i go and put the pieces on him
these motherfuckers wanna feature from him 
i had enough
he actin tough, i’m finna reach for somethin
leave with somethin
i pull his card it was a Visa or somethin
i hit his brain choppa sang like it’s Aretha Something

too rude 
(put some paper in my pocket)
i’m comin through with the new tool 
(stack it up, i need a check)
and i’m too smooth 
(i’m finna flip it, fuck it up)
when thumpin it, it go pew pew 
(i wanna hit somethin with a Tec)
got a loose screw 
(i wanna rip it, run amok)
you dumb and i wanna shoot you 
(them double digits turn to stacks)
with that deuce deuce 
(i’m screamin “kill em, hush em up!”)
put hole in him like a Froot Loop
(i need some crystals on my neck)

put a body in the air with my fist like 
doom in the party 
turn a marriage to a fist fight 
whacked!
what a god
wanna murder when the mood right 
hunt in the day 
eat his body in the moonlight 

put a body in the air with my fist like 
i’m in the party 
turn a marriage to a fist fight 
swear to god
wanna murder when the mood right 
hunt in the day 
eat his body in the moonlight

official music video

Walking Doom

out on all platforms + music video.
[https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/adjacen7/back-in-the-day]

prod: @kidmangx
mix n master: @adjacen7artist

BACK IN THE DAY (prod. kid mango)

ambient x TWENTYTHREE x do not resurrect type beat

Empty | ambient x TWENTYTHREE x do not resurrect type beat

Stolen Planet | ambient x TWENTYTHREE x do not resurrect type beat

Phone Booth | ambient x TWENTYTHREE x do not resurrect type beat

TWENTYTHREE x do not resurrect x ambient type beat
bpm 128 
key D#phrygian

Faceyou | TWENTYTHREE x do not resurrect x ambient type beat

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lyrics:
Rich from my venomous ways
Don't want no minimum wage
Men, women, children ain't safe
Bullets gon rip through ya face
I cannot handle it, frankly
Watch as it wilt and decay
Mama thought this was a fantasy
I told her this ain't no phase

Cloudy up the vision, that's a overload
Shawty wish I need her, but she know I don't
I came to play with my hacksaw
I don't need a friendship man I'm over those
Molly on tongue, oh she dancin'
My women treat me like Manson
Baby wan' come get a taste of it
Come get your girl she advancin'

Okey doke, Ima lonely bloke
Do-si-do in my rodeo
Toasty though cuz my .40, hoe
It's smokey cuz I be blowing O’s

Oh, you know wanna know me, hoe?
All because I'm handsome and I'm lowkey, though?
Oh you wanna blow me, hoe?
That don't really matter, Ima throw these hoes

Not on the payroll don't plead for shit
This ain't no Halo, don't reach for shit
Caught him in traffic and lit him up
I’ll beat the case if I plead the fifth

Check that lil shit off my roster
Live in a world with no enemies
Death made me turn to a monster
Babygirl, this is my killing spree

Babygirl, this is my killing spree
Babygirl, this is my killing spree
Babygirl, this is my killing spree

music vid

my sadistic killing spree (prod. slade kovacs)

change | twentythree x do not resurrect x ambient type beat

prod me

lyrics:
hellspawn villain 
kill a nigga, fall flat
leglock, pin em 
bitch i never hold back
headshot hit him, bet he never come back
riding round the city w the stick on my lap
bounce out 
make the semi go BLAT!
down south 
bet a nigga wont rat
loud mouth 
finna piss in your trap
tryna get my face 
til i push em on back

go black on black
my fashion kills
niggas want my fashion skills 
racks on racks
now that's a thrill 
living for some mass appeal 

poker when i face em 
but it’s obvious im packin steel
no smell from my basement 
cuz them bodies in them vacuum seals

keep away from res 
around the rosie where im cracking shields 
lethal as it gets 
i stole your rover now it lack a wheel 
why you lackin still? 
my crew flows is hella dope 
make you jealous tho
i do things theyll never know im-

7 heads in a duffel bag (prod. slade kovacs)

"Baby girl, this is my killing spree."

Cover: Eden Lake (2008)

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@donotresurrect

lyrics:

Rich from my venomous ways
Don't want no minimum wage
Men, women, children ain’t safe
Bullets gon' rip through ya face
I cannot handle it, frankly
Watch as it wilt and decay
Mama thought this was a fantasy
I told her this ain't no phase


Cloudy up the vision, that’s a overload
Shawty wish I need her, but she know I don't
I came to play with my hacksaw
I don't need a friendship, man, I'm over those
Molly on tongue, oh, she dancin'
My women treat me like Manson
Baby, wan' come get a taste of it
Come get your girl she advancin'


Okey doke, I'ma lonely bloke
Do-si-do in my rodeo
Toasty though ’cause my .40, ho
It’s smokey 'cause I be blowing O’s
Oh, you know wanna know me, ho?
All bеcause I'm handsome and I'm lowkey, though?
Oh you wanna blow mе, ho?
That don't really matter, I’ma throw these hoes

Not on the payroll don't plead for shit
This ain't no Halo, don't reach for shit
Caught him in traffic and lit him up
I'll beat the case if I plead the fifth
Check that lil' shit off my roster
Live in a world with no enemies
Death made me turn to a monster
Baby girl, this is my killing spree


Baby girl, this is my killing spree
Baby girl, this is my killing spree
Baby girl, this is my killing spree

To DNR:
DM for removal

MSKS (Single)

do not resurrect - my sadistic killing spree [slade kovacs] [EXTENDED by Enovis]

[li.sten.to/occamsrazor]

prod me

lyrics:
I been paid
You big lame 
I'm sensei 
With a switchblade 
I quickslash your ribcage
Twin blades, a dispatch on display
Insane? You exactamente 
Poles out 
I blow past your membrane 
When it go south, got more fire than Entei 
Headtap, get zipped 'fore you explain
Head back, put a bitch through the bedframe 

Man they really wanna be like me, I see
Never really been a hoe, I keep a piece 
If she blowin up my phone, auf wiedersehen
I should rly keep my phone on DND 

Fall back witcha tone, keep it decent
All black with the chrome on the pieces 
Punk band how we rock with the drums out
Gimme time, I’ll attack with a reason

All set, no waves on the boat
All net, I'm great with the pole
Black stripes when I mark my face 
All day I pray for the smoke 

Take aim, my metal lookin to send em up
A Great Dane, I'm levels above competitors 
Hop out with the stick, and I squeeze it
Pop out for the flicks, no cheesin

occam's razor (prod. slade kovacs)

lyrics:
I be swervin, lane switchin
I'm too sure, I ain't missin
37 hollowtips in my clip
Make it rain, didn't it

Ok, upper level aim with it 
Lopping off his ring fingers
Leavin fuckin bodies twitchin 
Find em where they brains hangin..

I'm ready to die, shit
I be with the guys, shit
Drop another whip and scrape the city
I'm gon die in it

Ok, watch me drive it stolen 
With that pistol in my pants 
I'ma blow that noggin open 
Soon as I get my fucking chance
Damn..

I been known to ride, let it burn slow
Smoke it up and die, see the night go
I don't wonder why, nah I die slow 
Sippin on my flight, when I arrive
I'm gettin high, hoe

Go pop off 
Lock jaw 
Nah, can’t get yo bitch back
Like go knock off, drop drawers 
Still ain’t get yo get back
These lasers ready
Red and green like Christmas, I'ma switch em on
This pistol heavy
Chevy hang outside, .223 send em all

I send em off 
Machete ready 
Deadly when I cock it back
Like my metal heavy 
Swingin MPs at your shower cap
Send em back
Bitch, you wasn't with it 
Boy, I been up on it
I'm really ballin
Bitch, I spot that target
Get my semi on it 

My Glock got titties on it
Pimp the Draco with a scope
Hoe, my homies got like 15 grips and two Glocks in they coat
I don’t give a fuck bout none this shit, my life fucked that’s fasho
I could end it all but I be getting high cause I could blow, when I cope
Lonely road I’m walking with my bow tucked, I go ghost
I don’t do that talking shit, I rock a bitch and go
Just like my momma, moody, I get moody on these hoes
I know my bros got pocket rockets..

Pop it on these foes
Sights glitchin
Got the floor lights dimming 
I don't wanna live forever 
That's my whole life mission 
.40 pokin out my sweater with a long knife
Chalk it up to them long nights 
Open up, I got close-eyed victims

bastard sword (prod. MERCYKILL x slade kovacs)

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS x Dante Swan

lyrics:
catch me runnin w my blick 
cuz dallas traffic got me pissed
i wave this burner
rezzy potter, doin magic w that stick
im totin missiles by the fistful
never low on ammunition 
throwin dick up in that bitch 
and throwin opponents in them ditches
hella wicked 

yea they call me young takeshi w it
altered carbon, thats a great watch
yall should probably call the tech support 
i got a fucker laggin from a faceshot
here to bomb em w a rocket launcher 
probably caught his brother w a nade shot
rockin a gun w a tank top
walkin em down now my face hot 

told her shake it, but dont break it 
hollup baby, they know
fuck the fake and fuck a lane
im tryna shake the table
hunnid rounds, i got it stuffed up in my britches
hunt him down, if someone saw it 
then we comin for the witness

got my glock im crossin them state lines 
bullet float, it got hangtime 
stunna flow and that bass line 
got my dobbie throwin up gang signs
i dont fuck around, im no hero
got folks absorbing my steelo
RIP metalface 
im on to better places w a cult to go w my ego

music vid++

black site//terroristic rendition

Shy guy

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics: 
shadow steppin in my boots, huh
i cant talk to you
aint my brethren, keep a weapon 
when i step inside the room like..
whats the move
why lil rezzy always rude?
sick to death of all these rappers
take his breath and make the news

stack the deaths
it’s unexpected 
but its just not what it seems 
on my deathbed, my confession:
i ate several human beings 
dip the heads inside the acid
put the torsos in the stove
call me edgar allan poe
the way them bodies hit the floor 

i go to different places 
aint seen the shit i seen 
shotguns at fifty paces 
aint need no therapy 

bright lights and different faces
products of entropy 
wont play on any stations 
but what they say dont mean shit to me

remnant psyche//blood mask

prod. slade kovacs x UNORDINARYBEATS

lyrics:
i dont need another reason 
i give foes a hunnid beatings 
buss the door, i pop the lock 
i got em running, hunting season 
i unload a hunnid rounds 
and dont you duck thats fuckin treason 
clutchin on my 40 cal 
i got them guns 
they’d love to meet ya

i just hit em w another mag 
jumping off the helipad 
c4 set to detonate 
profit, i need all of that
closet fulla body bags 
bedroom fulla ghosts 
lighter fluid in my coffee 
spreading blood all on my toast

and i get sickness from the lights 
hanging like the bats do 
killing all the mice 
splattered on my tattoos 
reach and i might stab you 
promise im a psycho 
dont even need a mask to
i do it w my eyes closed 

im a long haired nigga that aint never going broke, huh
all hail rezzy, im prophetic w the pole, huh 
dawg, get ready, put ya head inside this rope
i leave em all red, bloody
get him separate from his soul

suspicious trenchcoat

⌖ corpsecartel ⌖

aka slade kovacs

contact -> [donotresurrectMGMT@gmail.com]

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